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adriles · 6 months
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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess
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stromboli-muncher · 11 months
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Why is your art style so inconsistent? Not hating, just curious.
because i have maximum big dick energy
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kickassfu · 2 years
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i was gonna take a shower but i didn't and now its midnight and i dont want to but i should cause work and sweat and heat but now i won't and-
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wrathposting · 1 year
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Why does all your DC art look the same
possibly because it’s of the same character.
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wontonhasradsocks · 4 months
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lethologicaee · 10 months
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akiangel on my mind
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philzokman · 9 months
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sigma didnt specify Which of dostoys secrets he wanted to know therefore it can only be assumed that amongst dostoevsky's absolutely inhumane and grotesque secrets sigma had to sit through at LEAST three in-brain fyolai fanfics
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ghouljams · 10 months
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Hi, I love your writing and am fully engrossed in the fae au :)
Could we please have the Konig version of the recent Ghost post about wearing his clothes and being scented by him?
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*spraying you with the spray bottle*
Yeah let's do this.
Who needs more than 3 hours of sleep? Not you. You're totally absolutely fine, you actually love that your neighbors were up all night partying. Really.
You are so fucking tired. It was a long day at the shop, there were a lot of very annoying customers, and all you could think of was getting home and taking a nap. König fret over you the whole walk home, making soft inquisitive noises and hovering like you might collapse at any moment.
He follows you in when you unlock your door, concern apparently outweighing politeness. You toss your keys in the bowl and let him lock the door behind you as you toe off your shoes. König leaves you to go fuss around in the kitchen, you take the opportunity to strip and find more nap-able clothes. You slip on the biggest tee you can find and collapse on your bed. You are so fucking exhausted, maybe you'll skip dinner and just sleep.
You drift in the twilight in-between of sleep and wakefulness, listening to König make a mess of your kitchen, bemoaning the sun streaming through your window and directly onto your face. The kitchen noise stops and you get up to close your curtains, you should tell König to go home too. You're not great company right now.
You pad out of your room, determined to get your home to yourself and nearly bump into your giant. You blink slowly at his chest, hearing a deep rumble start up from it like an engine warming up. The sound threatens to drag you back into that sleepless twilight, and you waver lightly on your feet.
"Meine kleine liebling," he coos, scooping you up off your feet, "look at you." You don't want to say the sudden change in elevation has woken you up, but it certainly is attempting to restart your system. Your fingers twist and grip his shirt as you're moved from the hall back to the bedroom.
"Are you purring?" You can feel the rhythm of it under your fingers, gentle and sonorous. König doesn't answer, just flops both of you down onto your bed and arranges you how he likes. You let out a soft "oof" when he settles on top of you, his nose pressed against your neck and his hands roaming your body possessively.
The purring hasn't stopped, you can feel it against your chest now, pressing you insistently back towards your tired lull. Your head rolls against the pillow, as König grips your thigh and coaxes it against his hip.
"Too tired," you murmur, feeling him still before he gives a short nod against your neck. You can feel his teeth just hovering against your pulse, his tongue tasting your skin, his breathing is so deep and even. He's smelling you, your brain supplies helpfully, scenting you.
"Wearing my shirt," He fills in, you hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders, "Ich werde später meinen Geruch in dich ficken."
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chronicowboy · 10 months
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buck and eddie's conversation on the fountain in merry ex-mas gets infinitely funnier to me every time it's like: your estranged wife who you're sleeping with on the DL comes to your place of work and announces to your nosiest co-worker and best friend that you can't talk without fucking, your platonic male bestie ✨ is absurdly quiet about the whole situation which is very uncharacteristic of him so you invite him to bring your son to a mall santa whilst wondering if you can ever trust your wife with your son again, once said child is out of hearing distance you bring up your bestie's silence, bestie replies that it's none of his business and you agree in a way that sounds like you're begging him to question every life decision you've ever made before immediately launching into a full explanation of the situation despite no homo bro sitting there awkwardly listening after doing the absolute Most to avoid this conversation because he's been talking about the situation with his future brother-in-law whilst christmas tree shopping, then he commiserates with you about the never-ending complications of sex with women, both of you are exactly three seconds away from wondering aloud whether sex with men is simpler, but then your son returns from santa's village with an elf who will tell your work husband that the two of you have an adorable son and he will skip away without denying this. just normal best friend things <3
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owlinks · 4 months
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gable skyjacked
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dnpbeats · 14 days
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☞ dan and phil appreciation week 6/7
favorite dan vs. phil: the final battle
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michaeljoncarter · 2 years
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it really is starting to feel like every single person at dc has somehow just completely forgotten how storytelling works on a fundamental level. like i genuinely believe 99% of the problems they’re having could be solved if all the writers and the entire editorial staff was forced to take a middle school reading class
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so-very-small · 7 months
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the tiny, inside the walls, hyping themself up: It’s totally fine. Everything I’ve seen from this human shows that they’re kind, level headed, and normal. There’s utterly nothing wrong with this human, and I can totally befriend them! I shouldn’t be scared at all!
the tiny: *peeks out hole in the bathroom wall, looking up at the giant before them*
the giant, in front of the bathroom sink, obliviously doing their nightly routine: *removes their dentures*
the tiny, has no concept of what dentures are, who just saw this behemoth remove all the bones and flesh from its own mouth in one swift pull, without a flinch of pain: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
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astarionlover · 8 months
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withers watching tav get drained to death by astarion in the middle of the night and doing nothing about it
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deadeery · 2 years
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Aughaughguh they get to me
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frobby · 2 months
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thinking about how xanxus's mom named him xanxus cuz it has X for vongola 10th...... girl idk how to tell you this but XX is 20
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